This post will contain some/all of the drabbles/short stories I write for the two of them. There may be a lot, there may be a few - it all depends on my mood and when I have the desire to write for them.
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Drabble One
His backpack hit the ground with a thud.
Grumbling loudly under his breath Damian flung himself onto his bed with such force one of his pillows bounced off the mattress, knocking over the lamp on the way to the floor. The crash made him lift his head only briefly before flopping back down onto the covers. Sprawled out on his back the teenager glowered at the ugly plaster that was his ceiling for several long moments; then, heaving a loud sigh, Damian rolled over and flung one arm out, hitting the power on his laptop.
The computer flicked on with a beep. Glazed red eyes watched the words and colors flash across the screen as it booted up, hoisting himself onto his elbows and dragging the computer over to sit on the head of his bed. As the welcome screen flashed on Damian simply stared at it - waiting.
The sight of the mouse zipping across the screen without him touching the finger pad brought a fierce sort of relief he couldn't quite explain. Settling his head on his arms the boy watched as the arrow clicked the start button, glided over to accessories, and double-clicked Microsoft Word.
The window barely even had time to load before the letters were appearing on the once blank document.
Rough day?
Somehow, just those two, simple words helped wash away all the frustrations that school had born in him. Lips twitching up into a slightly worn smile Damian reached out with one hand, running his fingers along the keyboard of the laptop.
You have no idea. He typed in, then sat back and waited for a response.
It was quick in coming. No, I don't. There was a brief pause, the typing line blinking on and off. Then finally... But I'd be happy to be filled in.
Damian grinned, then reached for the keys and began to type out his day for the eager virus.
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Drabble 2
Sometimes, there were days he just didn't feel like talking.
He'd enter his house without saying so much as a hello to either of his siblings, trudge upstairs to his room, and fall face first onto his mattress. On those days, he wouldn't touch his laptop - he'd just lay there and breath all his frustrations into the soft feathers of his pillows until the agitation built up by his day was gone, then usually fall asleep shortly there after.
Today was one of those days. Damian had gotten into an argument with Derrick for reasons he could no longer remember - something about soccer and large shoes - and had stormed into his room in a rage. He then proceeded to flop onto his mattress and scream into his pillow until his throat was sore and his body went limp.
Several moments passed; then his head jerked off the pillow with a startled snort at the cheerful 'beep' that announced the coming to life of his laptop. Blinking in dazed bewilderment Damian glanced around his empty room, blinked, then turned his head to gaze at the 'Welcome' screen of the now turned on computer. But what...?
....But what who.
"Since when could he do that?" Damian muttered to himself in mild confusion, furrowing his forehead as the arrow of his mouse flew across the screen, making short time of opening Microsoft Word and selecting the 'italics' key.
What's wrong?
Damian stared at the words - he raised his eyebrows slowly, then released a muffled groan and let his face fall back into the pillow. He was trying to have a tantrum here darn it! There was a long silence - then sighing loudly he lifted his head again to spare a glance towards the screen. The words remained there on the otherwise blank document; and giving a small shake of his head Damian reached over to first select 'bold', then let his fingers move to the keyboard.
Don't wanna talk about it.
He tapped in then let his hand fall from the laptop, hanging off the side of the bed, dull red staring at the screen. The answer, as always, was quick in coming.
That bad?
Trojan didn't wait for a response - the arrow glided over to the Start menu, and Damian watched absently as the virus located MSPaint and opened the program. What was that virus up to...? Raising one eyebrow slowly the teenager grudgingly lifted himself off the mattress, moving into a sitting position so he could have a better view of the screen.
He watched in silence as the pencil tool was selected, and a picture began to unfold on the computer. As the minutes ticked by, despite his best attempts, Damian felt his lips slowly curving upwards into a grudging smile, feeling all the resentment he had been trying to hold onto fading away as the picture took form.
It was him, with an overly exaggerated grumpy expression on - and he was being hugged by what Damian assumed to be Trojan's image of what the virus would look like had he a body.
A small heart emote later and Damian was grinning full-out. Reaching over he took control of the mouse - receiving no resistance - and re-opened Microsoft Word.
Spazz.
Wanna talk about it now?
For a moment Damian hovered his hand indecisively over the keyboard. The arrow drifted back over to MSPaint without him touching the mouse-pad, and he watched with a soft smile as the doodle was right clicked and set to desktop background. And finally, giving a roll of his eyes and an exasperated sigh, he pulled the computer into his lap and returned to Microsoft Word.
You're lucky your cute
<3?
Now grinning like a complete idiot, Damian gave a shake of his head, and once again began to type out his day.
He didn't change his desktop image for a long, long time.
